13 Mink Street

Karen put on her apron and got to work in the kitchen.

The ingredients were all prepared and processed in advance by Hilly and Mrs. Lake. Hilly had hung out the soup stock early, so Karen only needed to be responsible for cooking now.

For cooking enthusiasts, this is the best enjoyment, as if the white and tender shrimp meat is taken out and placed in front of you.

Ashley walked in and asked, "Captain, what can we do to help?"

"Just sit outside and have a drink while you wait to eat. No need for help here, really."

"Oh, okay, Captain."

Ashley walked out of the kitchen, winked at the big guy, and shook her head.

There was a large round table in the yard, which Alfred had customized according to Karen's instructions. There was also a turntable on it.

The first time the team had a dinner together, Karen didn't want to share the meal. Sitting around a large round table would be more atmospheric. If you can't use one plate to stir the spoon, how can you work together in the future?

"What happened to the captain last night?" Murry asked Alfred beside him in a low voice.

"The young master is fine, don't worry." Alfred actually didn't know what happened. He had been busy outside today, but the young master's face was not so ugly in the morning.

After sitting for a while, Alfred said he was going to get some wine, got up, and went into the study.

In the study, Kevin was lying there with his belly up, his tail sweeping over his belly.

"What happened?"

"Woof woof woof woof woof!"

"Okay, I know."

Alfred stood up and came to the bedroom, where he saw Pu'er sitting on the edge of the bed with a solemn face.

Seeing Alfred coming in, Pu'er said: "There will be a way, I'm thinking of a way."

Alfred allowed himself to smile and comforted: "Don't worry, there will definitely be a way."

"Are you comforting me? I know it's hard to think of a solution, because this is a problem that even God can't solve, but I sat in the bedroom all afternoon, listening to Karen's screams in the bathroom, and he kept his voice very low. , but you know, cats have very sensitive ears.

Dis gave him to me, and I have to be responsible for him. To be honest, I would rather watch him face danger and fight than watch him be tortured like this. This is torture, you know? Radio Goblin. "

"The young master is cooking fish. I'll ask Hilly to bring it in for you later."

"What kind of fish should I eat? I've lost my appetite."

"The young master made it specially for you. Eat it. Before you think of a solution to the problem, all you can do is adjust your mentality. I believe in the young master's firm will."

"I'm so useless." Pu'er curled up his tail. "I'm so useless, radio fairy. I'm so afraid that Karen will end up like his parents."

"No, Master won't."

"Oh, by the way, Karen asked me to tell you that I recently took the time to make two coffins and put them in the warehouse. I want a strong coffin with an array."

"What the young master means is..."

"Yes, he said it might be a month, it might be two months, it might even be next week. That feeling of torture might reappear at any time, and he would imprison himself in the coffin by then."

"I know, I'll start preparing tonight."

"Yeah." Pu'er leaned forward and fell sideways on the quilt, "Oh, I'm such a useless cat."

…

Dishes were served one after another, very sumptuous.

In addition, Karen ordered Hilly to send them Kevin's share and the pickled fish and carp noodles that are exclusive to Pu'er.

After Karen took off her apron and sat down, picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of food, everyone picked up their tableware and started eating.

But the atmosphere at the dinner table was still a bit depressing.

Especially when Philomena said: "Your soul is in a very weak state."

The atmosphere suddenly fell into freezing point.

Karen smiled and said: "In order to obtain some kind of power, I have to pay a price, but it doesn't matter. It will be fine if I take a rest. Please don't worry."

"Oh, I see."

"Yeah, how could something happen to the captain?"

Everyone worked together to promote the atmosphere at the table, but probably no one could have imagined that the power in "to obtain some kind of power" mentioned by Karen refers to the power of order.

When the dinner party came to an end, Karen said: "Recently, I have a task that I took on privately. It is a family tomb, but this family has lost its inheritance for generations.

I have obtained the clues and information, and am now working on the mission plan, which should be completed in a short time. "

Well, because the person who made the mission plan can't get out of bed and run around now.

"My idea is that our team has just been established and needs a mission of appropriate intensity to get them started, especially since this mission may bring relatively large benefits."

Karen directly told his team members: We are going to rob the tomb!

This is okay. Because of cultural differences, everyone does not feel ethically guilty about "grave robbing".

Karen has studied the cognition in this cultural context, and it is very clear and very contradictory.

First of all, the tombs in the cemetery cannot be destroyed and must be respected. Under normal circumstances, even if the tombs in the cemetery have some funerary objects placed in the coffin, they are very limited.

Then there are the separate tombs, which have basically been interpreted over the years in novels, modern films and other literary and artistic works.

In everyone’s perception, a large-scale tomb alone is a natural holy land for exploration!

At the same time, the nation-states of the Makele language family were all robber states in their early years. For example, Wiene was first founded by pirates. The looting of property was deliberately beautified and justified in the national and cultural narrative. After all, it needed to be defended. Endorsement of the colonial expansion currently underway.

Another important reason is that for the believers of the Cult of Kosmos, they do not go to rob tombs, they go to visit the tombs, because they have the ability to call the tomb owners up to chat with them.

"If all preparations go well, we will set off in about two days. After this mission is over, we will come back and try to take over the security mission when the Moon Goddess delegation visits York City. This mission can give us a good rest."

"Okay, Captain, you can make the arrangements."

"Oh, this is the experience I've been craving before."

"look forward to."

"I can not wait any more!"

Everyone was very considerate and gave a warm welcome to the first mission.

At this time, Alfred stood up and said: "I have prepared the drawing board and brushes. Let's sit down for a while and have some dessert. Hilly, take out the white fungus soup."

"Yes, Mr. Alfred."

Alfred continued: "I'm going to make a painting for everyone."

Richard wondered: "Why not take pictures?"

Murry replied: "Because it's unlucky to take pictures."

Richard shrugged and said: "It's such a new statement. The last time I heard this statement was when I saw an old man Chasai on the roadside shouting that the camera would take away the soul."

Mu Li took a sip of red wine and smiled: "I just experienced it."

Richard was stunned for a moment and said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, please forgive me."

"fine."

The white fungus soup was served, and everyone continued chatting while eating.

Alfred sat opposite, holding a paintbrush in both hands, moving very quickly.

As a man whose lifelong dream is to paint murals, it is normal to master the painting skills in advance.

However, Alfred did not pay attention to "artistic", and he was not interested in spreading the artistic quality, so his paintings only pursued a simple presentation.

Karen picked up the ice water at hand and took a sip, then glanced in Alfred's direction.

Sometimes you have to admit that some people are real geniuses.

Alfred is, and so is Captain Neo.

Compared with them, there are so many external forces that I can rely on and use. Diss alone has paved such a good road for me.

However, thinking about the scene in the bathroom in the afternoon, Karen suddenly felt that she didn't need to be so ashamed. Anyone's boiling water would scald her mouth.

"Okay, the painting is finished!"

"So fast?"

"Oh, what an amazing speed."

Alfred showed the painting to everyone.

In the painting, everyone is sitting around a round table, and the one facing her from the first perspective must be Karen. In the painting, Karen puts her hands on the table as if lecturing, and the aura of a leader is very obvious.

Next came the other people at the dinner table. Ashley held the wine glass very boldly, Bart and Murray competed in chewing pig trotters, and Blanche sat dignifiedly like a lady but looked at Karen from the corner of her eye.

Maas and Memphis are calm, Richard is lively. Ventura lowered his head to eat egg fried rice with rice grains still on his face, while Philomena sat alone in the corner in a lonely manner.

Alfred also painted himself, standing behind Karen.

"The party is over, let's take a rest. By the way, you need to go to the Academic Affairs Building tomorrow to complete the formalities for performing your duties." Karen stood up and said, "Good night, everyone."

"Good night, Captain."

"Captain, please rest early."

"I'll take everyone back." Alfred said with a smile.

Several people, including those who live in York City, have also arranged accommodation in Allen's apartment, but they are completely free to go home. But after all, it is the first night, and most people will stay in the apartment and have a good sleep.

The wonderful thing about the hearse is that it is spacious enough.

Everyone who had eaten and drank enough got into the hearse one after another. In order to free up seats, Richard lay down directly in the hollow in the middle.

But when the car started, Ashley asked doubtfully: "Where is Philomena?"

Bart replied: "Did you go back alone?"

Memphis said: "No, she stayed. She probably has something she wants to talk to the captain alone."

Blanche sighed: "It seems that people can do it."

Richard said: "Maybe, something really happened?"

Ashley snorted and said to Richard: "Then you definitely don't know how proactive a girl can be when she lets go of her reserve and arrogance."

Richard retorted: "I have experienced it. Now every time I go to that street and say the name of 'Master Eisen', those aunts and uncles will scream with excitement."

Mas asked curiously: "Whose name is 'Master Aisen'?"

"My dad's."

"You use your father's name to go to Dim Sum Street?"

Richard said disapprovingly: "My dad has a brain problem, so I used his name to help those poor aunts and uncles. They were very touched, and maybe they would even call out my dad's name when they were pretending to receive jobs. I don't think so." It’s a prayer for my dad’s condition.”

Memphis said: "You are so filial."

"That's because my dad didn't know how many good things he did in his previous life to meet such a filial son like me."

…

"What to drink?"

"Not thirsty."

"Ice water."

"OK."

Karen sat down on the chair behind the desk and leaned back a little tiredly. He was really tired, and he had managed a large table of meals, and now he was even more tired.

But this is what he should do. The first dinner party of the Impossible Team was immersed in the dark cloud of the captain's physical problem.

"What's the matter?" Karen took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff.

This was not for nicotine, but to use the tobacco leaves in special cigarettes to stimulate his soul. He was afraid that he would pass out just sitting at this moment.

"There is something wrong with you," said Philomena.

"I mentioned the reasons for my health before we ate."

"You have obscured the fact that your problem is so serious that you need to use self-harm to distract yourself."

Karen blew out a smoke ring, looked at Philomena, and asked, "Then what?"

"I don't know what happened to you, but I know how my grandma dealt with it."

"Your grandma?"

"My grandma is a crazy person and she can't control herself sometimes."

"What your grandma and I encountered were not the same thing."

It can't be the same thing.

"I think you can listen to my grandma's method."

"Oh, of course. I'm very touched that you cared about me when you were left alone."

“You can create a cage for yourself outside of reality, lock yourself in when you need to, and then let yourself out when everything returns to normal.

I can give you my family's magic in this area. Please give me a blank scroll and I will make a rubbing. "

"No." Karen raised her hand, "I thank you again for your kindness, but I don't need it."

"unnecessary?"

"I know what kind of magic you are talking about. In the end, will it be like you and your grandma, who treat reality as a dream and dreams as reality?"

"Yes, sometimes it is impossible to distinguish, but it is really effective. Everyone needs a paradise of beauty, and everyone also needs a garbage dump of pain. If beauty and pain can be placed in two separate areas, then not only It can reduce pain and enhance beauty.”

"Then have you ever thought about it, can beauty be considered beautiful without pain as a contrast? Can it still make people feel pain without beauty as a foil?"

Philomena said nothing.

"I don't mean it against you or your grandma, but because of my personality, I am not used to this kind of self-avoidance or even self-isolation. I will choose to face it directly."

Because I have no way out.

"Okay, I understand." Philomena stood up.

"Philomena."

"Captain, do you have anything else to do?"

"Do you want to wake up from your dream?"

"I don't have this idea, and I don't think it's necessary. Although I know what you just said, captain, makes sense, I just like this and am used to it."

"Okay, I understand, thank you."

"Am I going back to the apartment? They seem to be going back to the apartment."

"Yes, a room has been arranged for you."

"Is there a phone in the room?"

"Installed."

"OK."

"Go to the servants in front and ask one of them to drive you to the apartment."

"Um."

After Philomena left, Pu'er ran into the study, jumped on the desk, and said, "What she said seems to be a method."

Karen shook his head and said: "I'm not trying to be brave, but it's simply impossible for me to do this. Even if I can really seal the hunger, I clearly feel that this hunger is getting stronger every time." Strong, maybe even hook my realm.

If I seal it away, one day it will break through the confinement and drown me in an instant, without me even having a chance to resist. "

"Well, I understand, but I have another method here that will definitely work."

"what way?"

"I conveyed your message to you and asked the radio fairy to build two coffins."

"Two mouths?"

"Yes, two."

"That's right, keep one as a backup in case the formation above breaks down."

"No, one bite for you and one bite for me."

"What do you mean?"

"The meaning is very simple. Next time you encounter a situation like that in the afternoon, you activate the symbiotic contract relationship, summon my perception, and I will share it with you."

"Do you know how painful this is?"

"Karen, I have experienced more storms than you, and I have endured more pain and torture than you." Pu'er said, shaking his tail, "So, don't treat me as someone who doesn't know anything. As a little girl, when my mother and sisters were arguing about whether a man’s lower body should be straight or curved, Diss hadn’t even been born yet!”

Karen smiled: "It's different."

Pu'er spread his flesh claws and said: "Oh, can you even bear pain and feel superior? Isn't it the pain of the God of Order? When I refined this finger, you have never endured the pain from the God of Light. Punishment!"

Karen shook his head and said: "When I am suffering in the coffin, I will feel better knowing that you are safe outside."

If it wasn't to prevent myself from hurting you, why would I put myself in a coffin?

Pu'er said quietly: "But when I am safe outside and can't feel anything, I will feel very uncomfortable knowing that you are suffering inside."

"I don't think suffering needs to be shared, really."

"That's because there was no such opportunity, so sharing difficulties and empathy and I would rather the pain happened to me are all mindless and pretentious bullshit in romance novels.

Now that we have the ability, why not do it?

Karen, besides rubbing fireballs, there's not much I can do to help you right now. "

Pu'er rushed to Karen's body and followed his arm to Karen's shoulder.

Karen turned to look over, and Pu'er stretched out his two fleshy claws to hold Karen's face, stared into his eyes at close range, and said:

"I promised Dis that I would take good care of you."

"Well, you seem to be saying the opposite."

"As Deese said, the Immelais family motto is: family comes first.

For you, Dis is willing to blow up the fragments of his godhead and fall into a deep sleep; Mason, Mary, and Winnie are willing to bear the high mortgage loan for you in order to let you live comfortably in Wayne and not suffer in Allen Manor.

A true family member should provide help within their ability. Unless you, Karen, don't think that I, Pall, am a member of the Immelais family, and don't recognize me as a member of the family.

So, next time we encounter that feeling of hunger, let’s bear it together, okay? "

"OK."